04-26-2009, 07:43 PM
Since Savina and Kansas's pups had been born, Moose had found himself staying closer to the mansion than normal. Before their birth, he had been more apt to be found wandering the border or in his chosen den of the small caves further from the place the majority of Crimson Dreams called home. Perhaps soon he would even move into the same abode. Many times already he had pondered this, but the same answer occured to him everytime he thought of it: paws made it difficult to open doors. While he never regretted being a 'normal' wolf, he found himself wishing more and more for the ability to change like his brethern in the pack.
Today he was dozing on a sunlit rock near the lake. He had tried his paw at fishing yesterday and the outcome was simply a romp in the shallows of the water. Despite his poor luck at actually capturing prey, the cool water felt good against his fur, and it allowed some of the winter coat to loosen its hold on him, just as winter had relinquished its hold on the earth.
Grey ears perked as a howl reached him. Moose raised himself from the rock and stretched. The message contained wasn't one of urgency, but it sounded like Jazz. He chuckled to himself. Jazz was one of the reasons he sometimes felt insecure; always Moose had been one of the largest wolves, but the huge black male dwarfed him because he insisted in staying in his halfling form. Regardless, he found a close kinship with his dark brother-in-arms. Mottled paws moved him swiftly into view of the house, where he found the howler and another of his packmates, Orion.
"Hullo! Yeh called Jazz?"
Today he was dozing on a sunlit rock near the lake. He had tried his paw at fishing yesterday and the outcome was simply a romp in the shallows of the water. Despite his poor luck at actually capturing prey, the cool water felt good against his fur, and it allowed some of the winter coat to loosen its hold on him, just as winter had relinquished its hold on the earth.
Grey ears perked as a howl reached him. Moose raised himself from the rock and stretched. The message contained wasn't one of urgency, but it sounded like Jazz. He chuckled to himself. Jazz was one of the reasons he sometimes felt insecure; always Moose had been one of the largest wolves, but the huge black male dwarfed him because he insisted in staying in his halfling form. Regardless, he found a close kinship with his dark brother-in-arms. Mottled paws moved him swiftly into view of the house, where he found the howler and another of his packmates, Orion.
"Hullo! Yeh called Jazz?"